"Dunsany, Lord - Five Plays" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

silence.} It is terrible when you wander in the
evening. It is terrible on the edge of the desert in
the evening. Children die when they see you.

Agmar:
In the desert? When did you see us?

Man:
Last night, master. You were terrible last night. You
were terrible in the gloaming. When your hands were
stretched out and groping. You were feeling for the
city.

Agmar:
Last night do you say?

Man:
You were terrible in the gloaming!

Agmar:
You yourself saw us?

Man:
Yes, master, you were terrible. Children too saw you
and they died.

Agmar:
You say you saw us?

Man:
Yes, master. Not as you are now, but otherwise. We
implore you, master, not to wander at evening. You are
terrible in the gloaming. You are --

Agmar:
You say we appeared not as we now are. How did we
appear to you?

Man:
Otherwise, master, otherwise.

Agmar:
But how did we appear to you?

Man:
You were all green, master, all green in the gloaming,
all of rock again as you used to be in the mountains.
Master, we can bear to see you in flesh like men, but
when we see rock walking it is terrible,
it is terrible.